The Rabbit No One Could See
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teddy_radiatorOctober, 2018
Once upon a time there was a stuffed rabbit named Bertram. Bertram was a very handsome rabbit, with soft creamy fur and bright button eyes and long, long ears and fine whiskers and a pink nose and a fat, powder puff tail. But Bertram was a sad little rabbit. He had been lonely for a very long time, because he did not belong to anyone. He thought he might have belonged to someone once, but it had been a very long time ago, and no one wanted him now, so that made it seem like an even longer time.
Bertram lived alone in a box. He did not know how long he had lived there, because the box was closed and dark, and no one ever opened it, because they had forgotten about him.
One day, the lid of the box opened, and he thought, “At last! Someone has remembered me, and I’ll belong to someone again!” And sure enough, a lady picked him up, tucked him under her arm, and carried Bertram into a big room. There, she placed him on a table, and tied a string around his wrist with a little white tag attached to it.
Bertram thought the tag must be his name, so that the lady would remember what to call him, now that he belonged to her. He looked down and thought, “Hmm. That must be what my name looks like.”
The tag read, “$14.99.”
All that day and the next day and the day after that, Bertram waited and waited, but the lady never came back for him. Instead, she left him sitting on the table, among all sorts of things like books and furniture and dishes and glasses, and things he could not name.
And she never came back.
Other people came to the place Bertram now sat, but nobody seemed to notice the handsome rabbit with the soft creamy fur and bright button eyes and long, long ears and a pink nose and fine whiskers and a fat, powder puff tail. Every day, people would come and they would walk around and look at the books and furniture and dishes and glasses, but when they reached him, no matter how he hoped and wished, they did not see him.
And every night, the lights would go out, and Bertram would sit in the dark, alone, and say to himself, “Tomorrow. Tomorrow someone will notice me.”
But when tomorrow came, the people just walked by him, and never looked his way. Time passed, and even though he was not in the dark box anymore, Bertram felt even more alone, because every time someone passed his way, they did not see him. His creamy fur grew dull. His bright button eyes became dusty. His fine whiskers drooped, and his heart broke.
One night, as the lights went out and the place Bertram sat grew dark and quiet, he realised he no longer believed that tomorrow someone would notice him. He began to long for his dark box again; at least there, he could not see everyone passing him by.
Every day, the lights would come back on, but Bertram stopped looking at the people as they looked past him to the books and furniture and dishes and glasses, and he stopped hoping and believing that he would ever be wanted or seen again.
Suddenly, a voice said, “What a sweet little fellow! What are you doing here, all by yourself?”
Bertram looked up, and to his surprise, a man was looking at him! “You must be awfully lonely. And such a handsome rabbit, too.” He called to his companion. “Look at this lovely rabbit. Isn’t he adorable?”
A lady joined the man, and picked Bertram up from the table where he had sat for so long. “I think he’s precious, but so sad!” Then she looked into Bertram’s bright button eyes and said, “No one should have to be all on their own like this, should they, little buddy?”
Bertram could hardly believe his long, long ears! The couple stroked his creamy fur, and exclaimed over his pink nose and his fat, powder puff tail. “I think you need to come home with us. Would you like that?”
Would he ever! Bertram could barely sit still as they carried him up to a big counter, where the lady who had first taken him out of his box removed the tag from around his wrist.
“I’m so glad you’re giving him a home. I think he’s been sad, sitting over there all by himself,” she said.
The couple took Bertram for a great adventure. He sat on the lady’s lap, and she let him watch all the amazing things passing by, as if she was running very fast. Bertram’s little mind was whirling with all the things he saw. But the best thing of all was when they stopped running, and the couple took Bertram into a nice, cozy room, full of warm light. There, they sat him on a big wooden desk, and said to him, “This is your new home, Bertram. Do you like it?”
Oh, Bertram did more than like it – he loved it! There were friends there, bears and figures and trinkets that he could not name, but they seemed to belong to him. The lady sat beside him, and said, “You won’t ever have to be alone in that old, dusty antique store again, Bertram. You can stay here forever.”
That night, when the lights went out, Bertram did not feel lonely or sad. He felt at home. And though he knew he was only a stuffed rabbit, he was loved, and they would always see him.
Once upon a time there was a stuffed rabbit named Bertram. Bertram was a very handsome rabbit, with soft creamy fur and bright button eyes and long, long ears and fine whiskers and a pink nose and a fat, powder puff tail. But Bertram was a sad little rabbit. He had been lonely for a very long time, because he did not belong to anyone. He thought he might have belonged to someone once, but it had been a very long time ago, and no one wanted him now, so that made it seem like an even longer time.
Bertram lived alone in a box. He did not know how long he had lived there, because the box was closed and dark, and no one ever opened it, because they had forgotten about him.
One day, the lid of the box opened, and he thought, “At last! Someone has remembered me, and I’ll belong to someone again!” And sure enough, a lady picked him up, tucked him under her arm, and carried Bertram into a big room. There, she placed him on a table, and tied a string around his wrist with a little white tag attached to it.
Bertram thought the tag must be his name, so that the lady would remember what to call him, now that he belonged to her. He looked down and thought, “Hmm. That must be what my name looks like.”
The tag read, “$14.99.”
All that day and the next day and the day after that, Bertram waited and waited, but the lady never came back for him. Instead, she left him sitting on the table, among all sorts of things like books and furniture and dishes and glasses, and things he could not name.
And she never came back.
Other people came to the place Bertram now sat, but nobody seemed to notice the handsome rabbit with the soft creamy fur and bright button eyes and long, long ears and a pink nose and fine whiskers and a fat, powder puff tail. Every day, people would come and they would walk around and look at the books and furniture and dishes and glasses, but when they reached him, no matter how he hoped and wished, they did not see him.
And every night, the lights would go out, and Bertram would sit in the dark, alone, and say to himself, “Tomorrow. Tomorrow someone will notice me.”
But when tomorrow came, the people just walked by him, and never looked his way. Time passed, and even though he was not in the dark box anymore, Bertram felt even more alone, because every time someone passed his way, they did not see him. His creamy fur grew dull. His bright button eyes became dusty. His fine whiskers drooped, and his heart broke.
One night, as the lights went out and the place Bertram sat grew dark and quiet, he realised he no longer believed that tomorrow someone would notice him. He began to long for his dark box again; at least there, he could not see everyone passing him by.
Every day, the lights would come back on, but Bertram stopped looking at the people as they looked past him to the books and furniture and dishes and glasses, and he stopped hoping and believing that he would ever be wanted or seen again.
Suddenly, a voice said, “What a sweet little fellow! What are you doing here, all by yourself?”
Bertram looked up, and to his surprise, a man was looking at him! “You must be awfully lonely. And such a handsome rabbit, too.” He called to his companion. “Look at this lovely rabbit. Isn’t he adorable?”
A lady joined the man, and picked Bertram up from the table where he had sat for so long. “I think he’s precious, but so sad!” Then she looked into Bertram’s bright button eyes and said, “No one should have to be all on their own like this, should they, little buddy?”
Bertram could hardly believe his long, long ears! The couple stroked his creamy fur, and exclaimed over his pink nose and his fat, powder puff tail. “I think you need to come home with us. Would you like that?”
Would he ever! Bertram could barely sit still as they carried him up to a big counter, where the lady who had first taken him out of his box removed the tag from around his wrist.
“I’m so glad you’re giving him a home. I think he’s been sad, sitting over there all by himself,” she said.
The couple took Bertram for a great adventure. He sat on the lady’s lap, and she let him watch all the amazing things passing by, as if she was running very fast. Bertram’s little mind was whirling with all the things he saw. But the best thing of all was when they stopped running, and the couple took Bertram into a nice, cozy room, full of warm light. There, they sat him on a big wooden desk, and said to him, “This is your new home, Bertram. Do you like it?”
Oh, Bertram did more than like it – he loved it! There were friends there, bears and figures and trinkets that he could not name, but they seemed to belong to him. The lady sat beside him, and said, “You won’t ever have to be alone in that old, dusty antique store again, Bertram. You can stay here forever.”
That night, when the lights went out, Bertram did not feel lonely or sad. He felt at home. And though he knew he was only a stuffed rabbit, he was loved, and they would always see him.
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